Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism

Lyrics

The Call Of The Wintermoon

Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow grim and dark My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights In deaths cold crypts of snow The moon chaimed my return With the blackstorms I came And not with the wings

The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night

I can´t resist the taste from the winds of the moon I split my tongue for the taste of these winds And bath my eyes in it´s grace Frost and winters returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon

Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance In the gray mist of deaths horizon My winterwings of evil sleeps In deaths cold crypts of snow Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow grim and dark

Into eternal nights Hearing the call of the wintermoon.

Unholy Forces Of Evil

Slowly crossing as red rivers runs below Forever passing where the darkness lies unknown Where soulwinds burns my eyes Where shadows of lost life hides

Enter the centers of darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found

Sacrifices as old as the earth We cut the living flesh Circles of the deepest black throned A promise of the darkest blood found

Unholy forces of evil Unholy forces of hell

An mayhemic silence floats We await our signs of death our circle gathered Ceremonial powers belong to us A goat baptized in fire We dance the circle dance on thorns

Into the centers of darkness Where all evil dwells Demons present in flames Oath of black souls found

The unholy forces of evil Served upon our diabolical souls Cults of death bathed in slaught As the devils candles burns

Into the dark skies Floating with the soulwinds of the pentagram To the deathlights where the North star awaits

Cryptic Winterstorms

A black sunset rises under a funeral sky The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise

My hair blows in the winds of reap Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds On the bestial wings of evil Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms

I long for eternal frost and black winters AsIeep is the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky And silent the vaIIeys in the North Where I once were a proud warrior Where I belong where I bath my soul in doomfirefog Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North

As a Norse warrior I rode the dark valleys With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands

And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset

A black sunset dies under the funeral sky My hair blows in the winds of reap Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil

Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever

Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust

Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of Thule Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness In these shadows of death I march In the blue mist of evil

Through the dark Northern valleys Where only winds of funeral breathes Hovering through the whispering darkness With frost in my eyes

Only seven winds are heard Chaiming through the dark Northern valleys Eternity I pass eternity I seeked For the darkness my spirit For satan my black soul

Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of another world Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust

Blacker Than Darkness

Out in the black night In the cold Northern breeze Under the red skies Surrounded by blasphemous winds Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled Slowly blackening the sky I summon up where the ravens fly high Towards the moons of Blashyrkh

Death rides on black winds Evil enter the sky Angels falls from the heavens While the darkness shines through Chariots of the darkest masters arrives on devil wings Heavens angels surrounded by frost Forced into the holocaust frozen clouds

A twisted wind rapes the clouds Memories of cold days and lightning returns Blacker than Darkness Blacker than Darkness

A foggy fullmoon night Into darkness ride Under the horned goatmoon As dark as black rivers at wintertime Horned Decembermoon come to me I ride the wings of Torment Blacker than darkness

A Perfect Vision Of The Rising Northland

Winter of the ages so dark so cold that flames turn to the bluest frost Mountains of ice rises above a dead and frozen ground The ravens returns to the hills And the Millenium black bells of eternal frost Chaim through the Northern lightning

Upon the mountainside I stand The floods of black runs below Hair of a cold goatscalp I kiss Eyestaken mountains still breathes At one with the poisoned ground

Midnight darksky open up A blast of red lightning rides the night With doom winds death angels fly Across a nearly closed skyline And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds

Centuries of doom reigned by the Goatthrone of desire Raised by sorcery to the Holocaust sky

North black hordes storms Through invincible cyclones of frostwinds I lift my hands And join the ceremonial circle of one wind Eyes of stone now sleeps into eternal night This winter is forever A wind of red I rode A wind of evil cold

For the years that have passed in the North Brought me visions of the Goatthrone of desire

On the hillside where I stood left for another world Tragedies blows at horizon The sun freezes to dust